Chapter 8 — After transferring 150,000 Yuan, I turned the table on the marriage

“My client was temporarily wrong.”

“Please consider the court's mitigation.”

Listening to it... it's both ridiculous and pitiful. When it was Truong Lan's lawyer's turn to speak, he made a request.

“My client, Ms. Truong Lan, requested to divide the house in Ms. Tran Hi's name.”

He spoke very firmly.

“Even though the house was bought before marriage, after marriage, her son also participated in the installment payments.”

"Therefore, the increased value after marriage... belongs to common property, my client has the right to request division."

After listening... I almost burst out laughing. Shamelessness... there must be a limit. Lawyer Ly stood up, his face calm.

"Protest."

"We have sufficient evidence to prove that the entire loan was paid by my client, Ms. Tran Hi, herself."

“Khuong Vi... has never spent a penny.”

“As for the so-called ‘added value’…”

He stopped, looked at Truong Lan, the corners of his lips curled up coldly.

“Before talking about that… I think we should look at something more interesting.”

He submitted the USB to the court. Inside... is the entire history of messages between Ton Nhue and Truong Lan. The big screen started showing each line.

“When will that woman get a divorce?”

"Waiting for it to be born is the most tiring moment when taking action."

“That house is more than five million yuan, dividing it in half is enough to be rich.”

"Half is not enough, we have to find a way to let it go empty-handed."

"Once the son is born in your womb, he no longer has value."

“To deal with this kind of thing… we have to use some tricks.”

Line by line…line by line. The whole courtroom was noisy. Truong Lan's face changed continuously. Her whole body trembled like falling leaves. She pointed at me and shouted hoarsely.

"Fake! It's all fake! You made it up!"

The hammer knocked down hard.

“Defendant, maintain order!”

Lawyer Ly waited for her to be silent before continuing.

“Your Honor, the messages have been subjected to technical examination.”

“Absolutely authentic.”

"From there, it can be clearly seen that defendant Truong Lan colluded with a third party, intending to appropriate property."

“This behavior is not only morally wrong... but also shows signs of violating the law.”

"We ask the court to reject all unreasonable requests of the defendant."

Truong Lan collapsed on the chair. Empty eyes. She knows... I'm done. But it's not the end. Lawyer Ly looked at the judge and made his final move.

“Your Honor, we would like to summon one more witness.”

“This person's testimony will prove that the defendant's entire plan... is just a ridiculous stunt.”

The judge nodded. The door to the courtroom opened. A man was brought in. About thirty years old, neatly dressed... but his eyes avoided. It's Trieu Khai. Khuong Vi's best friend. Also... the biological father of that child. Khuong Vi saw him and immediately raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot like a cornered animal. He stared at Trieu Khai, his throat making a low sound. Trieu Khai stood at the witness stand. My hands were awkward, I didn't know where to put them. He didn't dare look at me... nor did he dare look at Khuong Vi. Lawyer Ly started asking questions.

“Mr. Trieu, do you know Khuong Vi?”

“…Yes, we went to the same university.”

His voice was as small as a mosquito.

“Do you know someone named Ton Nhue?”

Trieu Khai's whole body trembled slightly.

“What is your relationship with her?”

That question… seemed to rip through the air. Trieu Khai was silent. Head bowed low. Sweat beaded on his forehead. On the defendant's side... Khuong Vi's breathing became difficult should be urgent. Heavy like an animal about to go crazy.

“I'll ask again.” Lawyer Ly emphasized his voice.

“What is the relationship between you and Ms. Ton Nhue?”

“…I…” Trieu Khai raised his head and glanced towards the audience seats.

A middle-aged woman was shaking her head continuously. It's his mother. He closed his eyes, as if he had just made a big decision.

“We… are in a relationship.”

“The child… is my child.”

That sentence was like a bomb exploding in the courtroom. Everyone was dumbfounded. Trieu Khai's mother screamed and almost fainted. Khuong Vi on the defendant's side... his whole body seemed to have lost all its bones and collapsed. His expression went from outrage… to horror… to blankness. In the end… only myth and despair remain. He looked at Trieu Khai like a lost soul. The mouth opened… but no words could be said. Truong Lan couldn't stand it anymore. She rolled her eyes and pointed from one person to the other. His throat made a strange choking sound.

“No… can't… my… my grandchild…”

The "nephew" she had placed all her hopes on... Turns out he wasn't their blood relative. This shock... is more painful than losing money, more painful than going to jail. It shattered all her confidence. Lawyer Ly did not give them time to recover. He continued to ask.

“Do you know... Khuong Vi always considered that child to be his own?”

"…I know." Trieu Khai's voice was full of shame.